Some days are okay.
Others are terrible.
Right now, I feel as though I am drowning,
Reappearing and disappearing under the waves.
Oh, my lungs are giving out again.
When will this end?
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Deep Down Depression
PoetryWe always said we would be together forever. We believed that nothing had the power to separate us. I think that's what made losing you so much worse.
Sorrow
Some days are okay.
Others are terrible.
Right now, I feel as though I am drowning,
Reappearing and disappearing under the waves.
Oh, my lungs are giving out again.
When will this end?
